Hey bet u always wondered why I said author poet. that's because i have always written short stories (5 to 50 pages) I have been attempting to put together a group of erotic/ horror/ sudutively weird stories to release sometime this year but every time i read the stories i am not satisfied enough to release them yet. So I write little short stories on the side of my short stories and I am releasing a few of them here on my blogs with my poetry! Wow.. life always inspires stories and their is always truth intwined in some authors work. Let me know what you think email or comments.
Shelly's ShadowHe hid in the shadows waiting for her to return. It was seven o’clock Monday mourning. James never thought he would do anything like this. He felt crazy. But shelly had stopped calling him three weeks earlier and he didn’t know how to react. Everything seemed OK last time they spoke. He called several times through the week. Shelly got home at seven fifteen from work when, she was on time. She was usually a timely person. She worked the night shift at Shady General Hospital.
His mind wandered back to the first time they went out. He was dropping her off from a date. They had gone to check out a local flick. He couldn’t even remember the title because Shelly was the center of his attention at the time. She was fine. No denying it.
He took her out to dinner afterwards, nothing too lavish, just a comfortable greasy spoon
restaurant that had good home cooking and a romantic setting. The lighting was dim with candles accenting each table. They ate their meal and talked for nearly an hour before leaving. He took the scenic route to her home past the waterfront. They continued to talk.
At the end of the date they hugged at her front door and went their separate ways.
That was months ago now. They went out two more times and talked on the phone often but not nearly often enough he felt. He thought they had decided to give the relationship thing a try. At least that was the way he understood it from speaking with her until, she mysteriously stopped answering the phone and calling. James first response was she was busy and would call back later. But, no call came. Even on the day they were supposed to go out he called again and didn’t receive any response. Naturally he became worried. I mean she wasn’t his wife or anything like that, they were still in the area of being new friends and this didn’t seem normal to him that she wouldn’t call. He hoped she wasn’t hurt or sick and didn’t but want to over react in a new friendship. James always followed his intuition and he got the feeling she was OK but could never be sure. So he decided he would position himself where he could see her, so he could be sure. One sighting is all it would take.
It was coming up on seven fifteen. Shelly would be arriving shortly. She was right on time. She had gotten a ride home from work with a co-worker. She exited the car thanked her co-worker and waved goodbye. As she started for the walkway to her apartment building the co-worker drove off. James stepped from behind the Shrubbery to the right of the entrance and she saw him. Clinching her arm to her purse and walking quickly towards the door she said out loud,
“Oh you’re into stalking now!”
James wasn’t at all startled by her response said
“No, not at all. Just when you stopped calling I was concerned. I wanted to know if you were alright.”
“So it took over two weeks for you to come see if I was alright.”
“No I did call, you just didn’t answer.”
“That should’ve been the clue.”
She said as she put her key into the front doorway to enter the building. James could already see there was nothing there anymore, but he couldn’t help but to ask.
“What happened, why did you stop answering my calls or calling me?”
He already knew you can’t make someone like you, but he wasn’t in the habit of leaving friendships on bad terms. She was opening the door, as she walked into the apartment building she looked at him and said.
“You should’ve been thinking about that when you posted your business on the web like that.”
She pulled the door closed behind her.
James thought about what she said and remembered a letter he had written to a lady he had wanted to be his flame at one time. He wrote this letter before he had committed to Shelly although he did know her at the time. He didn’t know what made him post it. Maybe a temporary lapse of sanity but even worse he didn’t know Shelly knew about his website. He wondered if she had read the letters that he wrote to her (Shelly) over the past few weeks. For him writing was a release a way to express his feelings when he couldn’t speak them. Sometimes his letters were not understood but never the less he stood behind what he wrote. Writing was a very important part of his life even though it made him feel inept right now. It has saved his sanity many times. He turned to walk back to his car as apartment entrance door closing echoed in his mind. But as that door closed he felt closure, which was very important to him. He didn’t have to wonder what happened. His only wish was she would learn to forgive him. No friendship on any level will ever last without it. Because in being forced to date for a while the one thing he has never found was the perfect woman so he never expected to be looked upon as perfect himself.
James knew if he liked someone he would apologize, ask for forgiveness and answer to that person he needed to forgive him. Make-ups are special and needed in any friendship.
Whether between the people you hang out with to create the bond or with the woman you want to be intimate with. That’s the way friendships last and that’s what makes them special. The fact that you care how they feel. With Shelly her forgiveness would mean a lot even if her and James were not meant to be more than friends at least they would be friends.
James knew Shelly would have no problem replacing him many times over. She was gorgeous like that. But at the same time James didn’t have any shortage of friends he could take out. He just knew it was becoming harder and harder for him to fall in love or even to want to. That was something he hoped was on reserve for Shelly. She was very sweet natured, but like all things in his life right now before they flower they die.
Well if her actions were meant to hurt him, they did but men aren’t allowed to cry.
We are expected to carry on.
James looked forward to the day he would be required to buy flowers again, and do all those things people in love do… James could almost see the bus stop Shelly sometimes used to catch to work from his room window. He never saw Shelly though. The future will tell if he ever will.
The End or the beginning?
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